Wen Qiao discontentedly pushed away his large hand that was pressing on her head. "Ouch, be gentle."
Wen Qiao grabbed the seatbelt and was about to buckle up when she suddenly felt an odd sensation surge right up to her head, followed by a warm flow coming from below, reminiscent of the trickling of a small river.
Fu Jinghen saw Wen Qiao stop her movement and looked over suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qiao released the seatbelt and immediately scrambled out of the car, hurriedly pushing past Fu Jinghen and running toward the elevator.
Her words still echoed in the empty parking lot—
"My 'relative' has arrived, I'm going to check on it."
Fu Jinghen couldn't help but feel helpless, "Slow down, don't fall."
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"Luckily, I carry sanitary pads with me to prepare for the sudden visit of Aunt Flo, otherwise this white dress would've been wasted."
Wen Qiao muttered to herself as she opened the sanitary pad and put it in place.
